Loren increased his tempo, and my fingers began ripping the grass from the ground in an attempt to hold on. “Answer me.” I tried. Every time my voice was cut short with a choked cry when he’d shove deeper inside of me. Loren was a remorseless fuck. He drew out my pleasure even when it caused me pain. I felt like I was being driven wild, trapped in the den they made for me. “Yes,” I managed to moan only when he finally let up. He was back to fucking me slow, but there was nothing gentle about it.
